Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Fear,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Chrome,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.